Her mouth firms at Regina's name. She's seen them together. Oil and water, on fire, get along better. She wants to ask what new, terrible thing the mayor did this time, on top of the terror of almost losing Henry, because of the pause Emma left there.

Except she carried on with something else.

Emma had looked so nervous and afraid in that barely glance in her direction, like she wanted to hide, as she mentioned Milliways and one of the few people Mary Margaret had met there.

"That's not terrible, is it? Drinking alone isn't as appealing as drinking with a friend, unless you want to drown the day, right?"